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Pie looked toward the front door and waved. “Hey, fellas,” he called.

“Hello, Pie,” Apollo's voice sounded.

I reared back and spun around. I expected to see Apollo, but he wasn’t there.

They were watching.

“It’s a speaker, Bristol,” Apollo droned. “I’m actually in the security office.”

“You’re in the security office watching me?” I shouted. “Talk about creepy.”

“I watch the cameras to keep everyone safe,” he retorted.

I looked at Pie and back to where I thought the camera was. “We’re both safe. Go watch Princeton or something,” I suggested.

Apollo chuckled. “Be good.”

“Man,” Pie laughed. “It’s like you’ve got three dads with those three around here.”

I shrugged and turned back to Pie. Apollo, Murphy, and Princeton were just trying to keep me safe. While it was creepy sometimes, I understood it. “Marco thought Murphy and I were going to hook up.” I wrinkled my nose. “They’re not exactly old enough to be my dad, but an older brother more than definitely.”

Pie chuckled. “I’m sure Marco would think that. He thinks his men are the best there is.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure that’s true when it comes to keeping everyone safe, but there are other people who are just as good.”

Pie cleared his throat and looked around. “You wanna go for a walk or something?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Sure.” Wyndemere was big enough that there were areas of the property I had never seen so it would be nice to explore them with Pie. “There’s a path around back that leads down to a pond,” I suggested. I had been down there a couple of days ago, but I hadn’t explored much.

Pie slid off the bike and reached for my hand. He threaded his fingers through mine. “Lead the way, babe.”

We walked around the side of the house over to the path.

“Uh, did you get Reva, Indy, and Meg back to the clubhouse?” I asked nervously.

Pie nodded. “Yeah. I was going to drop Meg off at rehab with King, but she insisted on going back to the clubhouse so she could grab a few things. Cyn and Rigid were going to get her back to King.”

I sighed. “How are King and Meg doing?” The path narrowed and led into the wooded area.

Meg had seemed like her normal self, but I figured she was a pro at looking like everything was okay when he world was actually crashing down around her. King was her world, and he was recovering from life altering surgery.

“As good as can be expected. He’s pretty pissed that he can’t walk, though.”

“Hence him throwing his walker around,” I chuckled. I would have paid good money to be able to see him launch the walker at the physical therapist.

“Yeah,” Pie sighed. “I would be pretty pissed off about that, too. King's mind is the same as it was before the stroke, but it’s like his body is betraying him.”

“That has to be hard. Wanting and knowing what you want to do, but you can’t do it because your body isn’t strong enough.” Like you were a prisoner in your own body.

Pie nodded. “Yeah, but he’s getting better every day. They think he’ll only need to be in rehab for a week or so until he can go home with Meg.”

That would be amazing. I had to think that the sooner King got back to home things would be easier. Right now Meg was bouncing between her house, rehab, and the clubhouse.

“You really think he is going to wait six months before he gets back on his bike?” I asked. That seemed like a lot to ask of a guy who rode his bike every chance he could.

Pie laughed. “It’s already been about two weeks since he’s been shifting gears and changing lanes. I give him two more weeks before he’s

sneaking out to the garage and going for joy rides. At least sitting on the bike and trying to change gears.”

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